Oli and Sonic Alien (the human Oli suspected to be an alien from the Sonic planet) were standing by the railings on a rooftop. Oli was in his human form that he often took, especially when he was hanging-out with his human friends. It was a sunny day in winter, and the sunshine was making the day pleasant. It was the day of Kite Flying in India.
The tradition of flying kites possesses a good history. The Kite Flying day is one dedicated day, but kite lovers can be seen with kites the entire the winter– enjoying their birds and soaking up some sunshine. And, then there are kite fights. Kite fights are an integral part of the activity, in which two kites duel, trying to cut the rope of the other kite. The human with the winning kite lets out a victory yelp while the defeated one proceeds to pull the rest of the rope back. The defeated kite drops slowly to the ground after spending some time drifting in the air. Defeated kites can spend an astonishingly long time in the air before touching the ground, and they can travel several kilometers on windy days.
The human looked at the expanse of farms in the west and sighed.
Oli (looking at the human): What’s the problem, my friend?
The Human: I am not a religious man, Oli. But, it does make me a little sad to see yet another tradition die. You see that kite lying alone over there?
Oli looked at the direction the human pointed and found a red kite lying flat.
Oli: That red one?
The Human: Yes. Kite hunting used to be a part of Kite Flying Day a couple of decades ago. Many and many villagers ran across the horizon to hunt for the kites that dropped after being defeated by other kites. Tens of children, teens, and adults ran behind one falling kite. It wasn’t a hunt in the sense of semantics, but it was the term they use. Kites were cheap and it wasn’t even about the price of a kite. It was all about the fun of running after kites on the vast, flat, and green land under the blue sky. to feel the sense of energy and freedom it brought. The joy, man, the joy!
Oli: I did see a few kids running to get the defeated kites some time ago. It seems it is not all dead.
The Human: It’s not the same. Did you see them laughing and yelping? Did you see any teens or adults? Teens and adults now see kite hunting as a cheap thing to do, probably.
Oli: I have an idea. Maybe we can restart the tradition today. What do you say?”
Human’s face lit up. He looked at Oli with interest, and soon the neighborhood was watching two adults running around the farms.
Human Ball 